Short Appraise Poems
Short Appraise Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Appraise by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Appraise by length and keyword.
Blue, spiny, varicose veins
years of hard work to appraise
clotted arteries heart's door strains
life's temporal lease instantly frays
Many Ways to Appraise
Have heard that there are many ways,
For property and pictures to appraise;
So think I will start one of these days.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Dad
Form:
A big fat moon begins to raise
as Halloween gives her appraise
the cat grins, then paw with nays
as the night howls with malaise.
November 16, 2019
I chose image # 2
Contest Name: Good Luck Halloween
Appraise the value
And the aim
For what in rush
In all the pain
Greed for what
If all the ends
In for the vain
What came is gone
Where gain and lost
And all the green
In to the grave
Heir is the death
In heritance
Our grief
Form:
The moon in the black berry
Who knows who bit the other half?
Who knows who hid the other half?
We know who knows who did it.
Waves never stop agitating
The stars appraise their Queen
Who knows we are here?
Now tell me a story of yours
Quatrain #799:
IDEA
Indulge your heart with a warm light,
Deem as you start with mindset right;
Etch craft and art that shows the way,
Appraise each part with mindful sight.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2018
Singapore
Truth be told-
The stars are old...
Tis really quite profound,
The stars exist and with such bliss-
To navigate life on the ground.
The more we gaze;
The more we daze,
These miracles we appraise.
For not only us though the animals too...
Twinkle-Sparkle Ways.
Plot
Odd lot
In this spot
Rest
Sure fest
In brief quest
Ask
Sure task
As you bask
Ink
Fine links
As you think
See
Then be
Soul set free
Etch
Fond sketch
In stray batch
Praise
Can raise
Deep appraise
Leon Enriquez
12 June 2015
Singapore
The reason we never take criticism,
Is because it's always freely given;
And if you can't accept it, let pass,
The opportunity to criticize another;
For while your two cents worth
Might have great value to some,
The one for whom it's directed
Might appraise your opinion
At exactly two cents.
A succoring dew around your hearth lays
To water your carefree, idle days
On your beauty sunspilt beams gaze
A nurtured value to appraise
In the availing breeze your mast sways
Gallantly swaggering in the afternoon haze
Your gilded petals a coiffed maze
Snowy dander your dainty folds doth glaze
A fragrant perfume distilled in fertile phase
Doting bees on your succulent nectar do graze
Soul learning goes on,
until ego’s shorn,
desires negated
and fears sedated.
Since we're now alive,
it means desires thrive,
suppressed but not dead,
still by our heart fed.
Let's not self-appraise
pastures where fears graze
within our body,
filled with thoughts shoddy.
Make mindful our eye,
lest later we sigh,
on life's gift wasted,
bliss never tasted.
28-October-2022
On a bench in the sun,
With the river close by,
I can get something done
(Or at least I can try).
For out here I unwind
As I soak up the rays
And I’m likely to find
Something I can appraise.
With my pencil in hand
And a notebook page, blank,
I fulfill the command,
With the river to thank,
That I jot down a poem
(Which is almost complete).
Now it’s time to head home;
There’s some popcorn to eat.
It doesn’t matter if things are going the way you want them;
get used to appraise the greatness of small things.
Stop pause, and raise your glass to honor this very moment.
for:
All that for which you bruised your hands and wearied your limbs,
For which you beat back the beast inside you,
For which you defied a mocking world.
For all that can be cherished from this world,
and all that makes life worth living.
Eventually reach ;a place
Where can hold, Your position
All the times
As appraise manner
Profoundly keep confident
And view phenomenal
Perfection in delivering
Responsibility to the
Badly needed
Poor and fatigued
Persons…
Often God shows
His face
Through them…..
May de-moralized you
But reside at Pinnacle
To Captive anger
Fabulous victory
Ever Hindrances….
-katheliyer
Day and night must testify of my labors,
And have to appraise the passing of hours
The undying zap to climb the ladder
To where Fame's proud temple shines!
Sweat and blood must their testimony give
As long as the Lord gives me grace enough to live,
And supplies the amenity of breath to toil;
Come storm or whatever tempests
Or the heights of pain and turmoil,
It shall be mine the toil of day and night;
How I wish all would get me right!
Aplomb sips
Such awkward rips
Anger notes
Blunt and harsh votes
Anguish sums
Such bleak outcomes
Asking how
Sad puzzling now
Ample pains
Come round again
Attack thoughts
Fund savage lots
Appraise then
What to do when
Apply zest
To meet each test
Attest well
Just what you tell
Achieve more
From your deep core
Attain flight
Where love funds light
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2018
Singapore
How often do I think of you?
Let's try to quantify:
1. If always was a number
I couldn't count that high,
2. If always was a distance
Try measuring the sky,
3. If always was a volume
The ocean would run dry,
4. If always was a lifetime
From birth through 1-0-5,
(And if I live beyond that,
as long as I'm alive)
The point of this is not to count,
Determine, or appraise
I'm telling you so that you know...
I think of you always
My alarm hit me like a ton of bricks.
I had to play life's game of pick-up sticks.
I leapt up to put on my working clothes.
There was no time to doze.
Dashing about, I did, like a bat from Hell
to arrive on time to my cubicle cell,
wondering if I might get very far.
I left my brain inside a jar.
My boss looked at me somewhat askance,
my underwear misplaced outside my pants,
"Today, as my performance you appraise,
I think it's time for a raise'".
It doesn't matter how so plain
Or rough the crust may be,
The kernel is what truly counts --
The part we cannot see.
A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.
Can we appraise the saber
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath?
The sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by
May yet be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
Form:
When a baby cries
With tears from its eyes
Peace of the Lord dies,
Worry deeply the Skies,
To cajole, Divinity tries,
They forward many whys?
By saying it is fully unwise,
And all must pay the price
God wants peaceful ties,
Expects fairies to supervise,
Unless its consternation dies,
Objections, God will raise,
The state, Angels to appraise,
And to God, soon apprise,
He will only then praise
Or else prefer to criticize!
Leprechauns do a jig
Moguls eat a fig
Rubes eat a pig
Crimson is real big
Accountants get a raise
Bankers get to appraise
CEO's get to the next phase
Crimson is the post chaise
Crime lords get the bling
Business men get a one night fling
Choir of Angels sing
Crimson is the thing
Dogs get a bone
Assistants get to phone
Wives stay at home
Crimson sets the tone
Pop stars get the entourage
Winners wear a corsage
Housewives put on a visage
Crimson is a mirage
The heart of my eyes, an endless sea,
Where hopes and fears dance fervently.
I watch as tides weave their sacred dance,
An ever-changing, entrancing trance.
The waves, a mirror of life's grand scope,
Reflecting, guiding, offering hope.
In their rhythm, a brave melody,
Enchanting souls and setting them free.
So hear the verses of my soul's embrace,
As I appraise the waves with poet's grace.
For in those depths, a world resides,
Where hearts find peace in endless tides.